“ oh, you mean my possession of yashiro-san? “
“ that can only be performed by the most lewd of mysteries, honorable number 1. “
“ do you have any plans where you’d need such an ability? “ hanako says with his tell-tale smile, stitched together from the shreds of only his kindest intentions. the specter floats mere inches above the ground with his hands held ever so respectfully behind his back, his calm hover easily keeping pace with the taller boy. the final school bell still continues to ring in the background, signaling to the students that all with no responsibilities on the campus should up and head home. the mystery has long since known the loud ring was only the predecessor to a much quieter home in due time, though amber hues still glance to the window, catching a second of little figures heading beyond the gates before focusing his attention back on akane-san. “ mmm... do you need to do something that requires that time continue as normal? would it be... “ here, the boy does a small wiggle in the air, eyes closed and seemingly deep in thought as his smile grows calmer.
“ do you want to practice confessing to aoi-san ... ? my, do you really think i’d fit the role? “
fucker.
( @necrodancing. )
